Title: Chosen for Blood
Author: Tamela Maloney
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Dec 20 2013
Being a beautiful competitive standout in a male dominant territory would be any feminists dream until it gets you noticed by the wrong man. Robyn Woods survives hair raising predicaments when she turns away from a handsome alpha that has chosen her. She discovers how complicated life can get when the werewolf and her would be mother-in-law take a bite out of all her plans.
Twenty-two year old college star athlete, Robyn Woods, is approached at the campus gym late one night by an obvious admirer but she can’t help but notice he’s not looking at the usual curves most men pay attention to. His eyes are scrolling over her biceps, six pack abs and even the muscles on her legs seem to please him. As if this moment couldn’t get any more awkward than it already has, he then asks her if she is an alpha, beta or omega. “Whatever happened to guys asking you for your number?”
She doesn’t have much time to process the question as she senses the energy in the air beginning to stir. She feels the hair on the back of her neck flare up and she pans around the room. The intentions of her new admirer no longer concern her due to her father’s unexpected visit. The uncomfortable feeling of being on edge is replaced by a very bad feeling in her bones, “What’s happened?” she wonders.
After getting the mother of all bombs dropped on her, she throws herself into her workouts as a way to deal with her mother’s death and the fact that her father and sister have already moved to a new town without her. A monthly membership to a gym is much cheaper than therapy these days.
As the semester comes to an end and the summer begins, she joins them. Robyn realizes that in the two months’ time they’ve lived there, her father not only knows everyone but everyone seems to know him, too well, and the weirdness begins.
His reason for moving them there was for safety concerns, after all her mother’s murderer was never caught. But as Robyn gets to know the area and the people in it she learns her father has moved them to a town where girls are disappearing left and right.
Robyn has always thought her father’s life was routine, boring and mediocre but now she knows not everything is how it seems. And what’s up with her senses? Not only are they on high alert 24/7 but they are empowering her in ways that even she knows is not normal.
The aggressiveness in Robyn finds a competitor to square off with. Her sister’s new boyfriend is not only good looking but he is well preserved with a set of fangs! Robyn feels sucker punched when she finds out that not only does her sister know her boyfriend shouldn’t exist but she’s digging it too!
Aggravated with the secrets that have been kept from her, Robyn is ready to pull up stakes and head back to her hometown for good but another pair of fangs takes a bite out of her plans.
A very powerful alpha werewolf who has put off choosing a mate up until now has taken an interest in her. Robyn’s mentality is put to the real test when she helps unravel the mystery of the girls’ disappearing and comes to the realization that she is no match for the werewolf or her soon to be mother-in-law.
Encouraged by his mother, the alpha male has forced Robyn to be a part of his life, pack life. When her father finds out she has been bitten by him he does the only thing he can think of to save her and that’s to challenge the alpha for the rights to his own daughter. Eric Elder, a vampire whose power is equal to that in status of the werewolf that has bitten Robyn, shocks everyone with his sudden interest in helping his loyal guardian’s daughter. Robyn questions Eric’s intentions and denies him the trust that is needed to see his plan through. Her father’s brave attempt and Eric’s generosity changes the fate of all their lives and leaves everyone including the vampires and werewolves of the community wondering one thing, “Will she or will she not turn?”
Tamela Maloney wasn’t what you would call an army brat growing up but she sure moved around a lot like one. Although she made friends wherever her family lived she would still get bored. To keep herself company until the next move she would daydream about imaginary playmates in other worlds filled with plenty of monsters. Today she’s forty-something and has plenty of friends, “all real!” she’s happy to report. However, she daydreams more now than ever before. “There are some people who live in a dream world and there are some who face reality. I decided to turn one into the other and they mesh well for me!” She didn’t always have time for writing, she use to sit down at a desk in a small office for a while until she had an epiphany. At the end of the day she didn’t feel good enough about herself. “Anybody could do what I did, it wasn’t enough for me.” So with wanting to make a difference, she found a job that allowed her to do just that. She now works with children with special needs. Although it’s not as financially rewarding as her desk job was it is emotionally rewarding. “It feels good to know that I help make a child’s day easier and more enjoyable.” So along with being a hobby writer and a Good Samaritan she is also a wife and a mother of two or four if you count the dogs. She has a long list of loves and likes, but an even longer list of hates. She admits she’s a creature of habit and doesn’t like her routine fudged with. Here’s a few that round off the top of all three. For one, she’s an internet nut but yet electronically challenged. She hates technology; it’s a flaw of hers that drives her husband batty. Second, she likes popcorn and peanut butter—not together though. Last but not least, she loves life, her family, things that make her go “hmm..,” lemon in her water and dachshunds. “My wiener, Moose, is a werewolf at heart. He’s my biggest supporter. My other wiener Libby doesn’t get it. She doesn’t understand why Moose wants to sit next to me while I bang away on the square black thing with the long cord she can’t chew on.” You can find her book, Chosen for Blood, on Amazon. Book two, not yet titled, is in the works.
I scaled back over the pillar and carefully climbed down the waterfall. I started making my way back to the fence when I felt a flare of cold chills go down my arms, legs, and back. I suddenly felt threatened, like I needed to prepare myself. Then the hairs stood up on the back of my neck. This was a stupid idea to have come out here alone and I looked at my bat for reassurance. Since I had it with me I didn’t understand why I felt so vulnerable.
Another round of goose bumps went down my body, this time a wave of extreme danger came over me. Something inside me took over and my body reacted in sync to it. A course of energy flowed through me and I felt like I needed to advance towards the fence as quick as possible. Dad won’t forgive me for this; mom was killed in the woods, I felt so thoughtless and selfish. I was out here because my father told me not to. How juvenile is that? To think I made the comment earlier about how Raylyn shouldn’t be doing things she knows she’s not supposed to. Look at me; I’m twenty-two and doing the same thing.
I was about to step off the last rock when I heard the water splashing. My senses told me that the sound I was hearing was wrong and I instantly knew why. Whatever was splashing in the water was getting closer to me. I couldn’t turn around to see, I needed to watch my footing on the rocks. I went to draw my foot back to maneuver around better so I could use my weight when I jumped up onto the bank, hopefully missing the mud altogether. But the moment I reared my foot back, I don’t know what happened, because the feeling that rushed through me was one I never had before. I no longer felt like danger was approaching me, I felt the danger standing behind me. I could sense the change of energy in the air, it was electrified. I realized my senses were the ones taking over and I trusted them. In one motion I leaped up onto the bank and grabbed a branch to pull myself up the rest of the way. My senses were also telling me that I wasn’t out of danger yet, the threat was still here and I needed to turn around and face it. I was ready to find out what it was they were reacting so strongly to. So I did and it was clear to me that there wasn’t anything dad could have signed me up for that would have prepared me for this. I was definitely in a compromising situation.